Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

pajamas, lay stiffly next to Amelia. Neither crossed the

scent of Amelia's shower gel, his senses overwhelmed by her warmth and

fire stirred in

he prided himself on being a restrained gentleman, it was pure torture to lay next to the love

of scent tickled

straddling him. As she leaned in, the loose shirt slipped past

heart, Steven closed his eyes so as not to violate her with

clung to

his red-rimmed eyes, the sweat

"Take me, Steve."

lust, he cast

held a thick her. His of

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